Windchimes
For the first time in weeks
we wake up to cooler air
and the sound of the windchimes
from the breeze swishing there.
They've been quiet too long
in this heat wave we've had.
No wind. No windchimes.
Making mornings quite sad.
But today is different,
as the breeze bustles by
and I listen to windchimes
sing their song to the sky.
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24/08/2018
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2018
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